Stress-handling

After a long day, nothing soothes Victor like Kiara’s arms. She pulls him close, her body warm and tight against him, and takes him into her mouth without a word. Her lips move slowly at first, slick and soft, until he’s hard enough to forget the hours behind him. She works him with purpose, letting the wet heat build, then turns and offers the rest. Victor grips her hips and slides into her, the fit so perfect it draws a low sound from his throat. He pushes deeper, pace quickening, until the tension breaks and he finishes across her face in thick, hot strokes that streak her skin. Kiara stays still beneath him, breathing steady, letting every drop land where he needs it to.